What do I see in these ghostly leave
Portents of the future?
Or perhaps the echoes of the past
Or a mysterious allure.

I see their structure clear as day
See the way they work
Their delicate lace pattern
Revealing nature’s secrets
And how it’s all connected
To create the perfect home
For plant cells green and rigid
And supports for insects who make them home
Though I suppose it’s now a haunted house
Left to desiccate by time